Just as Zhou Jing was thinking, Wu Fan's body moved.

brush!

He was approaching like a ghost, holding a knife in both hands and slashing hard, rolling up the strong wind.

Zhou Jing's eyes flashed, he raised his sword and ran into the lattice, and ran into the face.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the two training knives cut horizontally and vertically, bounced up slightly and fitted again, and the force collided and a circle of dust.

The next moment, the two of them changed their moves at the same time, and their sword shadows flashed, constantly heading straight to their respective key points, fighting quickly, and in an instant, they passed ten moves, making continuous bangs and bangs and bangs.

Zhou Jing turned his sword with his wrist and stuck Wu Fan's weapon. He stretched out his other hand and held the other's blade tightly, raised his eyebrows and said, "What a familiar move, do you imitate me?"

Wu Fan did not draw the knife, and also reached out to grab the training knife that Zhou Jing had not yet had time to withdraw.

The two controlled each other's weapons, tugged and fought, and froze in the air...

"My ability can accurately imitate other people's physical movements, whether it is muscles, bones or fascia, all the movement trajectories in detail can be imitated. There is no secret in my eyes. I already understand your fighting skills."

Taking advantage of the stalemate, Wu Fan explained casually and did not hide it.

Zhou Jing narrowed his eyes: "Your strength and speed are also very strong. Can you imitate my movements and imitate my physical fitness?"

"That's not." Wu Fan said slowly without expression: "This is another ability of mine. You can temporarily improve your strength with things like ideas, thoughts or willpower. In other words... I think I am strong, and I will be strong."

Zhou Jing felt a thrust in his heart.

Damn, what kind of idealistic superpower is this? Just think about it, you can do it?!

"So no matter what kind of enemy I am, I can surpass it. I imagine that if my physical fitness is stronger than you, I can temporarily improve to exceed your level!"

Wu Fan said as he held the blade's palm and slowly increased the force and pulled it towards him.

Zhou Jing knew that this was the opponent's psychological tactics, so he quickly calmed down and had an idea in his mind.

Although people say that they have no weaknesses, there must be limits. Otherwise, it will not be S-level potential, but 3S-level.

There must be limitations on strength, duration, etc., and the unique abilities of others may not be easily copied through "I'm thinking".

Even if you temporarily improve to a physical fitness that is similar to your own, you do not have many characteristics of strengthening the blood of your own, and you can only be considered a whiteboard. Moreover, the surge in power will lead to a weakening of your physical control. Even if the other party imitates his own combat skills, it is estimated that he will not be able to achieve the power you are used to temporarily obtaining in one go.

However, this is indeed an unreasonable and wonderful ability. Zhou Jing has gained his knowledge and is amazed.

"Did you think it's enough to imitate my skills? Do you know how to use them with skills? Can you learn my experience together?"

Zhou Jing suddenly let go.

Suddenly losing the power of confrontation, Wu Fan was driven by his own force and staggered slightly.

call!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhou Jing snatched out with both hands and slapped Wu Fan’s chest, bringing a fierce and strong wind.

Wu Fan hurriedly tried to stand firm, and had no time to fight back, and put his two swords on his chest to face Zhou Jing's palm strike.

At the same time, his eyes shone with shimmering, and figures in different positions flashed, as if they were analyzing their movements.

brush!

Just as his palms were about to hit the blade, his tense palms suddenly softened and turned into smears, crossing like a butterfly passing through flowers.

One hand hit the intersection of the two swords from the side, and used a skill to push the weapon away. Then the palm of his hand slid down rapidly against the blade, controlling one of Wu Fan's hands holding the knife.

He grabbed the door in the other hand, and took advantage of the deviation of the blade and staggered the weapon to grab Wu Fan's collar.

Zhou Jing kept walking, rushing to grab the position, tripping Wu Fan, destroying the center of gravity, then twisting his waist, driving his arms, as if he was about to grab Wu Fan and throw it to the side.

"Want to throw me?" Wu Fan reacted quickly. When he was about to take off, he hooked his feet and wrapped himself around Zhou Jing's legs, using the force to resolve the fall.

However, the next moment, Zhou Jing seemed to be ready. Before Wu Fan had time to change his move, he suddenly bent his knees and directly clamped Wu Fan's hook into his calf and thighs, and then turned around and rolled towards the other side.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Wu Fan, who was completely unbalanced and unable to dodge, had already drawn an arc and slapped it face down on the ground, lying on Zhou Jing on his back.

One of his arms holding the knife was twisted behind him by Zhou Jing, clamped between the two of them, unable to move.

The fighting lessons on the ship for several months were not in vain.

The moment the posture was formed, Zhou Jing did not say anything, and then the rolling force hit Wu Fan's back shoulder with an elbow, making a dull sound.

"hiss!"

Wu Fan took a deep breath in pain, and quickly arched his waist, pushed Zhou Jing who was lying on his back, and bounced it for a short distance.

But before he could make the next move, he suddenly suffered a heavy blow in the back and was hit hard by the knee of the lunar knee. His lumbar spine suddenly became weak, and he temporarily lost his strength and was pressed under him again.

The next moment, an old fist fell on Wu Fan's head and back like raindrops.

Bang bang bang!

The ground beneath both of them shook circles of dust.

Wu Fan's eyes were shaken by the blow. The uncontrolled hand quickly released the hilt, protected the back of his head, and suffered a blow.

At this moment, Zhou Jing suddenly closed his fist, pressed Wu Fan's body, and rolled to the side.

Wu Fan's hand was twisted behind him, and his wrist was almost broken by this. He was so painful that he couldn't help but let go of the knife. The weapon in his hand was taken away by Zhou Jing.

Zhou Jing grabbed the knife, and while rolling, he picked up another knife that Wu Fan had let go and landed on the ground.

And the moment he had not yet gotten up, his legs suddenly kicked back, and the explosive force was like a cannon ejected from the bore.

There was no suppression on his back. Just as Wu Fan was about to get up, he was hit by a powerful force and hit the side abdomen and ribs!

Bang! Bang!

Wu Fan was uncontrollable and flew out more than ten meters, then slammed on the ground with a bang, rolled several times, and slid to the edge of the ring.

He spit out a mouthful of sour water, so painful that he could not maintain a cold expression. His face was slightly distorted, and he felt that his entire row of ribs seemed to have been kicked off.

On the other side, Zhou Jing turned over and stood up with his slasher, and said in a deep voice:

"Skills are dead, people live, imitation is just imitation. If you cannot truly integrate it, once you encounter multiple responses from your opponent in actual combat, the imitation skills alone may not be able to resolve them. You are still far from it now."

"I haven't lost yet..."

Wu Fan covered his side ribs and stood up with difficulty, gritted his teeth and posed for fighting. His fists were filled with light, as if he had any ability to be useless.

However, the next moment, Zhou Jing's figure suddenly magnified in his eyes.

Sao!

Zhou Jing was instantly approaching, and his speed was faster than before, which almost made people unable to react.

The surroundings seemed to suddenly turn dark, and the two dazzling lights that were about to burst out in Zhou Jing's eyes became the only color in Wu Fan's sight.

The two swords blew up a strong wind, and they carried the rushing force and slashed side by side, hitting Wu Fan's abdomen hard.

Bang!

The muffled sound overlapped into a sound, and a circle of shocking wind burst out and spread.

"You are indeed...awesome."

Wu Fan's face turned purple, and after he forced himself to speak, his eyes rolled up and he fell backwards and fell down the ring.

The medical staff waiting on the side rushed up to treat him and found that Wu Fan had just been under too much force and fainted, and his injuries were not serious.

Zhou Jing glanced at him twice before walking back to the middle of the ring and let out a breath.

"Huh, this person is quite powerful... Is it a skill in imitation? It should be considered as the qualification of a martial arts genius, with amazing potential. The battles I experienced at the beginning were limited, and maybe not strong enough, but the more I fought, the more I became, the more powerful it was. If he was given enough opportunities to continue learning and growing through imitation, it would not be so easy to win him."

Zhou Jing secretly took it seriously, Wu Fan...is definitely a potential stock.

He calmed down, put away his thoughts, looked down at the ground with his swords, and asked, "Is there anyone else coming up?"

The field was quiet.

This time no one wants to challenge him.

Many newborns' throats swayed, and there was no slight contempt, and there was only awe in their hearts.

Even the S-level was easily defeated. Although it was not a flash sale, it was suppressed throughout the whole process.

This series of flowing clouds and waters, the close-up fighting made everyone fascinated and shocked and afraid.

It seems...even among the special candidates, Zhou Jing is still the kind of person who is extremely strong.

Especially his melee ability, compared with the freshmen like them, he is undoubtedly a master among the masters, and he is completely a hit on the children... Just talking about melee, everyone doesn't think anyone can compete with Zhou Jing.

Even with the same physical fitness and skills, it seems that he can fight.

Seeing that no one responded, Zhou Jing stepped down. Unless he challenged himself, he probably wouldn't have to play again.

As soon as he arrived in the audience, Tang Liu came over, tiptoed, patted Zhou Jing's shoulder vigorously, and looked like "I did a good job and deserved praise":

"It's not bad, although it's worse than me, but it's already very powerful. I announce the official promotion of you. From now on, you will be the number one general under my command!"

"... Then I'm so happy."

Zhou Jing glanced at him strangely, and was speechless for a moment.
To be continued...